Jason 10: The New World

Chapter 2

No one POV

The Templar council of mages stand at attention as the Arch Templar calls for attention to a magic displayed map of the planet

"A day ago, a strange energy signature spiked on the southwestern continent." a green energy signature spikes on the map, drastically overshadowing the landscape

"What does this mean? It looks nothing like the normal mana that Magoraka produces."

"We believe that this is not magic but something more powerful." there's a small bout of whispers among them

"What can be more powerful than the magic that seeps from Legerdomain itself?"

"Someone very dangerous with a new type of magic......or Addwaitya has found his way to Magoraka."

Katheria POV

The water splashes as I ease myself into the hot spring, letting out a soft exhale as the hot water feels nice.

"<I'm glad to be able to bathe myself instead of getting hosed down by water magic.>" looking towards the door, I see Jason leaning against it with his eyes closed

He says it's to make sure no one tries anything while I bathe but he hasn't really moved since we entered. I'm glad he's a kind human but his nightmare has me a bit concerned, whatever haunting him having a tight grip

"<Are you sure you don't want to get a quick bath? I might be in here for a bit due to all the fur I need to wash.>"

"<I'm fine. Once you finish, we'll stop by the market to get travel supplies and a map on where to go.>" He doesn't even open his eyes, not even moved at all

"<But we might be traveling for a while. You might want to have a nice bath before possible days of travel.>" this gets him to open his eyes but angle his head upwards towards the ceiling

"<......maybe.>"

A few minutes of waiting and washing my hair, he starts to undress and I can't help but gasp as I see the nasty scar on his back. Four large gashes down his back from his left shoulder down to his right hip. They look deep

"<That scar......what happened to you?>" he doesn't stop in undressing himself before getting in, showing a more jagged scar across his chest from his right shoulder down his torso to his left hip. It looks more deliberate and agonizing than the one on his back

"<The one on my back was from a warlord. Don't ask about the one across my torso.>" his tone was firm and final

"<Okay.....but can I ask how you're speaking Nekrious?>"

"<I'm not.>"

"<What?>" he raises his arm, showing he still has the bracer on

"<My device is translating my language to yours. To you, I am speaking 'Nekrious' but to me, I am speaking my language.>" I'm in awe but still a bit of confusion

"<You have a type of translation magic running all the time?>" he shakes his head

"<Not magic. It's technology.>" I tilt my head in confusion

"<Not magic? But....how?>"

He stays silent for a minute but leans back against the rock he's leaning against "<Maybe I'll tell you when we get on the road.>"

No one POV

"You seem to forget that you're in no position to 'decline' when I have a job for you three." the man gives a sneer as he taps his fingers on the arm of his chair